Praying for Revival

Preacher man said
Over his bottle of gin
Sometimes in the early
Morning light
His collar’s too tight

Preacher man said
You can never win
With sin
No matter how hard you fight
It comes around again

Preacher man said
I made my bed
My bottle’s run dry
I’m in over my head
Not gonna lie

Preacher man said
I’m praying for revival
I need to borrow a tent
It’s for my survival
I might just have to lie though

The prompt is “preacher man said” from Maria Giesbrecht @theguelphpoet on Instagram. April 11, National Poetry Month 2022.

Naiveté

Demons take many forms.
Former saints join the ranks,
Ranking often higher than original sinners.
Inner darkness takes hold.
Old faith breaks despite the length of time.
I’m no exception, quite the contrary.
Very unsuspecting, I fell victim easily.
Silly mistake but wiser for it.
It would be wise for you to watch out for me now.

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Illustration (engraving) for John Milton’s Paradise Lost by Gustave Doré

– Written for YeahWrite.me Fiction|Poetry Challenge #290. Poetry slam, poetry form Echo. Photo from Wikimedia.

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The Darkness

Some say we are born sinners, inherently given to do bad things. Others argue nature versus nurture, that we are innocent until the age of accountability. Orphaned at birth, the darkness inside took my parents as its first sacrifice.

blood-spatter-497546_1280– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #67. Prompt words were “orphan” and “inherent.” WC 39. Photo from Pixabay.com. “The Darkness” was awarded 3rd place in this contest.

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